caws and effect

Linda tends dVerse Poets Pub today and invites us to write ekphrastic poetry inspired by the artwork of Jackie Hurlbert…


 

sassy young redhead named penelope
decides who in the world she wants to be

dark ravens perch upon each shoulder
speaking words that make girl feel bolder

independent defiance paints hot lips
her arms cross tight or hands on hips

fiery moods untamed, she doesn’t care
determination’s depths in eyes that stare

penelope’s ravens sing rebellious song
this teen believes ravens make her strong!

 

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“Conspiring With Ravens”

discipline

 

little buddy red-
faced, setting the stage
to fly into kicking and sweating rage

wiser granny said-
stop your fretting, my child
there’s no use getting unruly riled

now go to bed-
buddy, until lesson you learn
to let kissing cousins have a turn!

 

 


Quadrille (44-word poem) including the word “fret”… with Kim at dVerse Poets

tickled pink

My haiku/senryu/troiku written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai challenge…


 

hot pink peonies
sweet gift from my grand daughters
picked fresh this morning

hot pink peonies
bloom on daughter-in-love’s bush
color of summer

gift from grand daughters
to surprise beloved grandma
sweet smiles are enough

picked fresh this morning
fragrant blush on lips, cheeks
happiness in bloom

 

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photo by lynn

hanalei market

 

leisurely saturday morning
vacation stop to photograph
picturesque wooden church

park jeep on emerald lawn
off nearby malolo road
white tents reflect sunshine

organic taro fields and
lush mountain peaks serve
as backdrop to lively scene

wander past exotic fruits
and fresh juice samplers
to sounds of ukulele music

admire woven baskets and
printed aloha fish onesies
try on designer canvas hats

taste pineapple shaved ice
sample fresh mango salsa,
buy longan “eyes”, star fruit

sudden clouds darken sky
thank friendly island vendor
sprint laughing in warm rain

 

youth’s days numbered

 

Inside a rustic cabin deep in Yukon territory, an old miner seasoned a simmering pot of venison stew.

Stroking his grizzled chin, he thought about the majestic elk herd he’d encountered migrating through a mountain meadow late that afternoon: one dominant young bull calling a large group of cows and calves to follow. After the herd disappeared over a ridge, a straggler came stumbling out of the trees: an old bull, wild-eyed and abandoned. Somehow he’d felt a kindred spirit to the animal…

Later, eerie howls of wolves on their twilight hunt woke him. He stirred the fire’s embers before going outside in the dark to check on his pack mule. Under waning moon, he was fumbling with the cabin latch on his return when far away an interrupted cry of the lone elk was heard as the hungry pack took him down.

 


An exercise in “prosery” for dVerse where Bjorn challenges us to write flash fiction of 144 words (exactly!) and include the phrase (from Robert Frost) in italics above.

 

for love of the land

 

in midwest’s gently green and rolling hills
my farmer grew up living on the land

his father farmed the same fields years before
where now our son is living on the land

i garden in the plot his mother hoed
she taught me ways of living on the land

dependent on both sunshine and on rain
God’s presence witnessed living on the land

the smells and sounds of cattle fill old barn
new calves are birthed and living on the land

we nurture crops and work to feed the world
from dawn past sundown living on the land

i learned to drive a tractor baling hay
lynn, city girl, loves living on the land

 

 


Linking this ghazal form poem to dVerse Poets where you can read more!

tearful nights

Linking to dVerse poetics where Amaya asks us to “cry me a river” with music.


 

why do i love you still

so deeply it hurts?

cry of man’s solo voice

breaks lonely hearts

sigh of flute’s minor-keyed

lament clearly haunts

try to release emotion in

sealed letters unsent

nigh insane from promised

satin nights unspent

fly to LOVE himself, the

primal truth unbent.

 

For me, this old song is crying put to music. To love is to be vulnerable and to risk not being reciprocated…but we love anyway and love is real; powerful, often painful.

The Moody Blues first recorded this song in 1967 and here they reunited to sing it again years later.

In my youthful innocence, I first thought the words were “knights in white satin” 🙂  I play flute so I’m drawn to the instrument’s mellow sound.

For believers, love songs can also reflect God’s amazing love for us!

hellfire-breathing

 

that ancient dragon
cunning serpent
epitome of evil
father of lies
the deceiver
our accuser
murderer

satan still prowls
“seeking whom he may devour”
whether sinners, saints, saviors

his loyal minions
destroy families
enslave addicts
abuse children
pervert truth
entice fools
incite wars

beware!

 

 


Linking with dVerse Poets where De Jackson invites us to write a quadrille (44 words) on “dragon” theme…

call of the crane

Carpe Diem invites us to create a tan renga in response to this haiku which Kikaku wrote for his mentor, Basho, when Basho lay ill and dying…


 

how I wish to call
a white crane from Fukei
…but for this cold rain.

© Kikaku

listen…white crane’s lonesome cry
echos torrential sadness

© lynn__

 

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wood block print by Eiichi Kotozuka

stark silhouette

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Another game of magnetic poetry online describing a dead tree standing in neighbor’s ditch; stripped bare of bark, stark white silhouette…

in memorium

We lament with this family suffering awe-ful grief. Beloved infants lost at 26 weeks gestation; twin grandbabies happily anticipated. Expectant mother, more than halfway through pregnancy, heard heartbeats and viewed ultrasounds but no more… no more expectations, no more movement, no more fast swooshing of babies’ hearts beating their distinct rhythms. Only mother’s lonely heart beats now, heavy with slow sorrow.

The relentless spring rains mirror this drowning grief. Tears falling in torrents, flooded emotions. Erosion of the soul. What kind of broken world is this, where little lives can be cut short by the cord that was their lifeline? We may ask “why?” yet not receive an acceptable answer to the anguished questions. We have only our faith in God himself to cling to. Lord, have mercy on your children. As we remember precious twins taken; remember us too, for we are dust.

 

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rosebuds fade…family mourns

inadequate words

 

 

 

 

 

 

love divine

 

dear Jesus, son of Father God above
Spirit confirms you are my one true love

for you created me in mother’s womb
you chose me from the start as own true love

Father, you are attentive to my prayers
the details of my life blessed by true love

my Savior, you gave up your life for mine
high ransom paid, you claim me as true love

you have forgiven my unfaithfulness
and will remain forever first true love

sweet Spirit gently speak to weary heart
to reassure Lynn you’re her best true love!

 

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This is my attempt at writing a ghazal. A ghazal is usually about love, either romantic or divine. It is written in couplets with a repeating refrain. In English, the meter is natural, like iambic pentameter. The final line includes the author’s name. Gay Reiser Cannon shares samples of the ghazal form at dVerse Poets pub…

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